The Way of the System

Put them down

and keep them low

Take away all things

which they know

Tamper with wheelchairs

and make them go slow

For you are now part of the System.

Don’t get them up

leave them in bed

We’ll just ensure

they’re watered and fed

And leave them there

until they are dead

That is the way of the System.

Come in for respite

Enjoy your stay

You’ll be bored

All of the day

You’ll be begging to be taken away

From the Regime of the System.

Why should we care

We don’t  give a toss

As long as we make money

And don’t make a loss

When you come here

We’ll show you who’s boss

For this is the way of the System.

Leave them for an hour

Upon the old loo

That’s what we are told

That we should do

If you call us

We won’t answer you

You will have to wait for the System

Old men who were heroes

And women so kind

Trapped in infirmity

Here you will find

All slowly going

Out of their mind

Living under the System.

Staff may come

And staff may go

There are things

Which only they know

Records of such

They never will show

The secrets of the System.

Anything you hear

With your own ears

We don’t care

If it brings on the tears

You’ll be unhappy

For the rest of your years

For you will die in the System.

Copyright  ©  Ian m Allan 2013